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The night,
Turned into grainy day.
As fingers of smoky light,
Drifted across the blackened sky.
While tracer,...followed shadows,
The wind ,
......brought screaming shells.
Death reeked his havoc
Turned the landscape into hell.
We dug, we cut, we sliced.
Only the dead, stayed still.
We chased them up the slope
And over the top.
We chased them left to right .
We chased them......all the way, down ....
To
Stanley.
Giajl © Jim Love
